ch20 chloe spanking scene

All eyes turned to me and my heart stopped.  Ugh... why had I gone along with Violet's ideas??

I gulped and pushed myself up from the sofa, taking my time to arrive at the stool in the middle of the circle.  Izaak and Gabe both towered over me, a reminder that I was physically the weakest and smallest of the bunch.  Also the most fragile.  There's no way I'd be able to accept one of Gabe's punishments!  He was so harsh on Violet... would he be the same with me?

Izaak wore a disappointed expression and shook his head at my pouty lips.  "Skirt up, panties down, and bend over the stool," he ordered.

I glanced up at Gabe who seemed to have softened up a bit thankfully.  Then I turned around and pulled down my panties, leaning over the stool with my skirt resting on my bare bottom.  Whimpering, I gripped the wooden legs then turned to look up at Gabe.  "I'm sorry, Sir," i said in my sweetest voice.

"You did not follow instructions, Young Lady," he responded, tapping my skirt with the cane.

I blushed at him calling me out like that and reached back to lift it up.

"Much better."  

I kept my eyes squeezed tight together and held onto the stool for dear life.  My heart raced and body filled with anticipation.  I'd never been caned before, and had no idea what to expect.

It definitely wasn't as hard as Violet's... I could tell just by the muffled wooshing sound... but ouch!  I let out the loudest shriek I think I've ever produced.  He gave me too much time to recover, making me even more nervous and tortured because I just wanted to get it over with.  

Gabe definitely focuses more on the thighs than Izaak, which at some point actually made me get out of position.  I was already crying real tears and could barely see everyone through all the agony.  Izaak helped me back over the stool and held onto my hands, not really showing much compassion, but at least he was there for me.

I just wanted Izaak to hold me and forget about the wooden spoon spanking, but he didn't.  He only gave me a minute to regain myself before guiding me over his lap.  Without a word, he reached for my right hand, pinning it to the small of my back before peppering the first stingy swats.  I squealed, crying more, begging him to stop.  

It was so embarrassing how much more courageous Violet was in facing her punishments.  I felt like such a baby.

I was bawling by the time he stopped.  Instead of pulling my panties up, he lifted me and I had to do it myself, but then he wrapped his arms around me so that I'd come sit on his lap, cuddling me so I felt even more like a baby.  Especially when Violet cackled and said, "awww how cute!" in a making-fun-of-me way.